There was snow on the ground as he looked out of the hospital window. Pine trees in the courtyard were magnificent. They were both exhausted, having been up all night. But there was a peaceful presence in the room, an indescribable feeling of joy, a tangible wonder that they were living a very special moment, here and now.
He looked at her from the window, as she held their first born, a girl. The presence was electric, and he went to her again embracing them both. Somehow his arms seemed a haven.
She beamed, and they both wept again from the pure joy. And he was thrilled that his daughter had recognized his voice.
As he kissed his wife gently, the tears streamed down his face.
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